The former upstate New Yorker who now resides in Manhattan gave the laid-back, utilitarian wardrobe of his youth a shot of urban sophistication for a peppy collection packed with pattern and color. The designer’s novelty cashmeres were out in force: One said Hug Me, another had the picture of a rat wearing an I Love New York T-shirt, and a third had traffic lights on the front — and a jaywalker on the back.
In between there was a jazzy, Glen plaid suit in orange and navy with a waft of the Seventies about it, checked jackets with contrasting corduroy elbow patches, and a lineup of wide-wale corduroy trousers in lemon meringue yellow or fire-engine red. Folksy flannel shirts were also on offer. When was the last time anyone saw one of those in a fashion showroom?
In a further nod to his cold-weather heritage, there were Seventies-style ski jackets with diagonal stripes across the front, and corduroy slippers embroidered with the New York-loving rat or with guys revving up their snowmobiles.